Sunday, 23 November 2008

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I was tagged recently(ish) by one Rob Clack, and it suits me to confront that particular tag today. Unwelcome and worrying things are afoot, so - in a manner not dissimilar to the last time I was tagged - it should provide a welcome distraction. As per usual I shall not be passing this on to anyone, but feel free etc. As with Rob himself, I doubt I'll manage seven answers to each question.

Here we go then:

7 Things I want to do before I die:

To produce the work that I feel I have the potential for, whether in terms of music, visual art or any other creative medium (I would be tempted to say writing also, but that feels like vanity more than anything else). Above all, to be able to engineer the kind of situation where such things are possible.

To take a long journey on one of those hand-propelled railcar things where you propel it by pushing the lever down in the middle.

To eat clam chowder in some roadside food joint in the midwest after such a journey. Just because I like the sound of it.

To finally learn another language beyond a few useful phrases here and there.

See more of the world, and also revisit some favourite places.

Numerous other things which are too personal for the likes of blogging.

7 things I do now:

Worry. Work. Cycle. Drink. Sneeze. Laugh. Cry. Not always in that order.

7 things I can't do:

Switch off. Have a lie-in. Drive. Be without earplugs. Afford a house. Tolerate the city centre on a Saturday afternoon especially at this time of year.

7 things that attract me to the opposite sex:

Any number of potential combinations of personality, looks, figure. Trustworthiness. A foreign accent is never a bad thing either. Also, a lack of certain things is important, such as being manipulative.

7 things I say most often:

Bollocks (and plenty of other such curses and oaths).
I don't know.
Speak up a bit, would you?

7 Celebrities I admire:

You must be bloody joking.

7 Favourite foods:

Too many to mention really, from Indian, Chinese, French, Italian, Greek and so on and so forth, down to stuff like cheese on toast.
I hope one day to be able to add clam chowder to my list of favourite food though.


DJ Kirkby said...

I hope your worrying things pass and leave you in peace. xo

Fire Byrd said...

I have to tell you that I thought clam chowder was disgusting. I ate it in a sour dough bowl so when the soups gone you eat the bread..... it was horrible.... but don't let me put you off an ambition..... I ate mine in San Fransisco. She said name dropping like mad!!
hugs xx

bikerted said...

Reckon we think the same about so called celebrities. Put them all in this so called jungle and take away the film crew!.
If the question had been 7 people you admire and why that would have been more interesting.

trousers said...

Thanks deej, I hope so too. Sorry for being cryptic about this, but I don't know whether it's something I would want to blog, at least right now. x

fire byrd, maybe I would find it disgusting too, but I have to try it at some point all the same. Maybe the clam chowder is better in the midwest than in SF? x

bikerted, yes indeedy. Now there's people who might be celebrities who I do admire, but not because they're a celebrity. But the word itself conjures up people at the vacuous end of that scale ie who are famous for being famous and very little else.

Ms Melancholy said...

I liked Oliver Burkeman's article on worry in this Saturday's Guardian magazine. Very realistic and sensible for those of us who have made a lifestyle out of it......

trousers said...

I'll have to have a look and see if it's on the website, ms m, it sounds interesting for a serial worrier like me...

DJ Kirkby said...

Trousers, I firmly believe that some things are too precious, fightening or disturbing to be blogged about in detail so I understand why you haven't. xo

trousers said...

Thank you dj. x